Making Her Mine
Sweet Somethings Book Three
Rory Reynolds
Making Her Mine
Sweet Somethings Book Three
Rory Reynolds © 2020
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to first kisses and falling in love…
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
Also by Rory Reynolds
About the Author
Prologue
Carson
Ana looks fucking amazing in her bridesmaid’s dress. It’s made of slinky silver material that hugs her body perfectly and shows every delectable line of her curves. My cock is instantly hard at the sight of her, and I’m the lucky son of a bitch who gets to walk her down the aisle. I should thank Amos for putting us together—again. He may have grumbled and groaned at me until I gave up sitting in her section at the diner. Even so, he totally did me a solid today.
“You ready, gorgeous?” I ask, looking at the vixen who has me wrapped around her little finger and doesn’t even know it.
She blushes lightly with a small smile at my calling her gorgeous before she remembers it’s me, and a scowl steals that tiny bit of happiness at my compliment.
“Let’s just get this over with.” She oh so lightly touches my bent elbow so I can lead her down the aisle to where we will watch our friends say, ‘I do.’ That light touch is enough to drive me to distraction. Despite the inappropriateness, I’m officially walking down the aisle with a raging hardon. It’s made even more inappropriate due to the fact that I know Ana hates every second of being near me.
Ana is under the impression that I don’t like her. Every time I get around her, my inner caveman comes out, and I can’t keep from grumbling at her. Especially when she wears those short shorts at the diner she works at that show way more than I want any asshole—other than me—to see. Not to mention the shirts that show off the plump curves of her breasts.
So shoot me if telling my woman to cover her sexy body is wrong. She’s taken my words as an insult to her beauty, but in truth, it’s me wanting to be the only man who covets her curves. She doesn’t realize how beautiful she really is and certainly doesn’t see how even the married men look at her. None of that matters because today, Ana is mine to touch no matter how much she loathes me.
God, that sweet honeysuckle scent of hers has the predator in me standing at attention. My eyes don’t leave her the entire ceremony. My entire being programmed to focus only on the woman of my infatuation. My curvy goddess.
As soon as our newly married friends kiss, they are running down the aisle, grinning from ear to ear. My cock stands at attention, knowing that it’s time to touch the object of my obsession. I get to put my filthy hands on her again.
My Analise.
The reception is small, like the ceremony. Not that I’m complaining. It gives me the opportunity to watch Ana dance with her friends and laugh. She rarely laughs and never flashes that glowing smile of hers at me. I take every opportunity to drink those down tonight. She dances until she looks ready to drop. Even sweaty and flushed, she’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
My dirty mind can’t help but imagine her sweaty and flushed from an entirely different form of exertion… one that has my cock rising from half-mast to full-on erection. Making me so hard I could pound nails with it.
As if she feels my eyes on her, she turns, looking directly at me. She instantly narrows her eyes, and that beautiful smile turns into the familiar scowl. No matter how much she tries to push against this chemistry we have, our connection is so strong that we are always aware of one another. Even in the crowd of well-wishers watching the newlyweds prepare to leave for the start of their honeymoon, her eyes find me without fail.
I hate that she thinks I’m an asshole, I mean, I am an asshole, but I never intend to be one to her. She just takes my gruff nature and overprotectiveness as me being an asshole. That’s okay though, she can avoid me for now, but soon enough, I’m going to claim her for my own.
1 Ana
“Gram, don’t be crazy. I love living here. Who will take care of you?”
My grandma snorts at that. “I broke my hip trying to show them young bucks at the youth center that I could skateboard with the best of them. It’s not like I’m some frail old lady who fell in the bathtub.
“Besides, I’ve been right as rain for over a year. It’s time for you to fly, little bird. Go be free and young. You don’t need me cramping your style,” she says, trying to convince me this crazy idea of hers is a good one.
What style? I think to myself. I’m twenty-seven and have never so much as kissed a man, let alone brought one home like she’s insinuating. Unlike my friend Lani who never dated, I’ve been on dozens of dates and haven’t found a single man that I wanted to kiss. I almost kissed Taylor Scott in high school, but then his mom came home.
“Besides, I already bought the house. If you don’t move into it, it’ll sit there empty. Wasted.”
Ugh. She totally knows how to play me. She always has a way of getting what she wants. She knows my kryptonite is wastefulness. I hate it. “You’re not going to give up until I do what you want, are you, gram?”
She gives me a sly smile. She knows she has me right where she wants me. “That’s right, little bird. You’ve been taking
